Volume 1, Chapter 36: I Will Take Care of You

"Nanzhi!"

Fu Kun let out a joyful exclamation. How wonderful it felt to finally be able to call her by that name! Before this day, he had felt their relationship drifting further and further apart. Just as he was sinking into despair, struggling to devise a plan, fate had intervened in his favor. Fu Kun told himself he absolutely could not give up. Once Lou Nanzhi broke off her engagement with that man surnamed Wei, he would be able to confess his feelings to her openly and honorably.

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Meanwhile, at the Wei household!

After Wei Guoxiong left, Xiaoqing, feeling bored, turned the television volume down to the lowest setting. She lay sprawled across the sofa, munching on an apple with her right hand while picking up the phone with her left. She finally had a mother-in-law; she had to make good use of...

He Dasong had no intention of speaking with Viper, nor would he meekly accept his fate and die.

After clarifying the location where Sister Rao and Jingwei had appeared, I immediately led Li Xuanji and the others into action. Nanjing was Hong Ming's territory and also the location we were most familiar with; if the battle to rescue Sister Rao were to break out in Nanjing, I would actually feel a sense of confidence.

Having said that, the leader winked at Zhang Tianyang. It seemed this old subordinate knew well that the Adro family and the Old Lion Commander were at odds.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but be puzzled: the men the Eighth Virtuous King brought today were not only insufficient in number, but their quality also seemed quite mediocre. What kind of leverage did he actually have? Why did he dare to come knocking so directly?

"So, someone who can sustain combat for a long time is very important for this battle, right?" Ron finally began to understand. The longer one of their own fighters could hold out, the more energy the opponent would expend, which was naturally a great advantage for the whole team.

The rotting corpse, seeing that it had failed to eliminate those people for so long, grew enraged and unleashed its special ability, spraying toxic mist in all directions.

Saying it was one thing; doing it was another. Li Man had tried every possible method to find out the whereabouts of Chen Feng and Li Shun, yet he had no leads—let alone talk of dying together with them.

Yin Dayin helped Se Qi inside, and as he looked up, he saw the ceiling glowing with curved lines.

Chen Feng, who had always been a protector of the fair sex, felt his lungs about to burst with rage when he saw Liu Qinglong violently stabbing Xia Min with a wooden stick. In his fury, he no longer cared about anything else and summoned his Wind-Slaying Sword into his hand.

"Sizzle..." With a sound like food hitting a deep fryer, the oil pot instantly erupted. The meatballs tumbled continuously in the boiling oil. Li Yu stood by, teaching Li Chun how to cook while watching the meatballs in the pot.

Meanwhile, a purple-haired man with a constant, coy smile was speaking softly to the nurse at the hospital registration desk, claiming he had a stomachache and needed to register for a check-out.

Liu Feiyang stopped eating, put down his chopsticks, grabbed Erhai by the head, and dragged him forcibly from the dining table back to the west room. Shortly after, a series of ghostly, miserable wails could be heard.

"I didn't expect the social customs here to be so liberal; there are so many brothels," Luo Li remarked. In the Desolate Kingdom, places like brothels were not considered respectable. That is to say, you could do it, but you couldn't do it openly. It was much like the hypocrisy of wanting to be a harlot while still demanding a memorial arch for one's chastity.

Suddenly, Xiao Rong frowned and looked behind him. The sight that met his eyes filled him with a level of shock far greater than what he had felt when he discovered that the target Ghoul, "Manticore," was still alive.

Upon hearing his son-in-law repeat the word "sorrow" twice, Li Xueyi stood there like a stone statue, sweat pouring down his face like rain. He could already feel that all familial affection between father and son had vanished, replaced by the prospect of bloody slaughter.

On the Continent of Martial Arts, strength was supreme. Without sufficient power, one would either perish or be reduced to a vassal. Xiao Mo did not want to be anyone's vassal; therefore, he had to have enough power in his hands to crush all obstacles. Talent was always the driving force of any faction's development; without talent, a faction could at best merely linger on the brink of death.

Before Suzuki Fuyuki could finish her two-step-per-sentence persuasion, Chun Yu, who was kneeling to help Xu Liang lie down, suddenly revealed a look of grim murderous intent and glared sideways at the approaching Suzuki Fuyuki.

"Who are you people?" The strange tone was unsettling. Xiao Mo examined them carefully. There were only twenty-some people, but they were dressed in grey-yellow uniforms—the style of the Japanese military during World War II. Combined with their tone, Xiao Mo confirmed that these people were Japanese.

Lü Tingting remained seated on the stool, her face flushed red; knowing that so many eyes were fixed on her, she felt utterly uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, a very young Charlize Theron had presented 24 technical and scientific trophies a few weeks earlier to the old men of the Academy, rewarding the engineers and creatives who had made genuine technical contributions.

In hindsight, Wang Hao didn't know what had happened back then; the memory of Kato Megumi's smile had been so profound that even now, he could recall it as vividly and impactfully as the first time he saw Mashiro.

One had to realize that what had been transported overnight from the Hongshan Shuikou Temple was a full set of Japanese-standard heavy weaponry. Never mind a ragtag group of local militia and puppet troops; even if the devils from Huoshan had come, they would have had no hope of escape.

I led my soldiers out of the excavated tunnel, bypassing the Qin soldiers to head south. According to the soldiers, there was a natural barrier to the south called the "Thin Line of Sky," which served as the gateway to Chu. Once through it, one would be within the territory of the Chu capital.

The next moment, the screen went black; it was Nishikino Maki, her face blushing, who had reached out to cover the lens.

Jue Shui settled Yan Shicuo down and soared forward to pursue Yan Cangfu, intent on taking his life. He, too, was exhausted, relying solely on his conviction to keep going.

Accompanied by the cool evening breeze, the first thing that came to his mind was a series of scenes filled with heavy irony.

For such a PR gem, Fire Lion Records would naturally not refuse—or rather, this was another anecdote ripe for sensationalizing.

Someone wanted to go and claim the Sacred Furnace, but Shen Xian sneered. The earth here had been scorched for countless years, containing astonishing heat that might not cool for decades or even centuries, let alone now. As for the people present, he feared that anyone who went near would be charred to a crisp.

Gu Chen remained silent. He had long known that the Hundred Sons from beyond the realm treated the Ninth Realm as a testing ground. Since it was a trial, the strongest among the hundred would initially try their best to avoid fighting powerful enemies, lest they benefit someone else.

"Wine! Fine wine! When the time comes, I only ask that you treat my brother and me to a hearty drink, but that must wait until I take the top prize that day!" Chu Zifeng's eyes radiated a brilliant light as he spoke.